Every single song I hear is her.

It's evening. It was sunny today. You're lying on your bedroom floor. The scratchy carpet is making your arms itch. The window is open, and you're staring at the wall, listening to the planes go past. You think about everything. You think about nothing. You try to become completely the same as the wall, existing, but unseeing and unspeaking. You look into your self and contemplate You. You think of all the places you've lived, and all the people you've known, and wonder how you are significant to the world. Then you start to think about how you used to lie on the floor like this much more often. When you were a child, you would come home from elementary school, and lie down and do nothing. You would think, and ideas would grow in your head. You would learn simply by being. And everything was just like it was now. The carpet was the same shade of gray. The breeze through the window tasted just as cold and fresh. You had the same fears and flaws, you made the same mistakes, you daydreamed about the same things. The only difference between now and then is that you're bigger and richer. You're still the same you you've always been. You still feel numbingly alone. You still lie on the floor and try to pretend you'll live forever.